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jack abbot, andrew "pope" cody, titus danforth x fem!reader:

• capture the bride*

andrew "pope" cody x fem!reader x jack abbot:

• there's something wrong with jack abbot* + there's something wrong with andrew cody* + there's something wrong with you (coming soon!)

• a simple arrangement + a little secret

• unusual behavior

andrew "pope" cody x fem!reader x titus danforth:

• affixation*

andrew "pope" cody x fem!reader x charlie reid:

• turbulence*

titus danforth x fem!reader:

• his lovely obsession

• goner*

• antisocial*

titus danforth x afab!reader:

• russian roulette

andrew "pope" cody x fem!reader:

• polarization*

• captivated*

• tethered*

• sharp objects*

andrew "pope" cody x afab!reader:

• eclipse*

jack abbot x fem!reader:

• kindred spirits

• favorites*

• belonging*

• break up with your boyfriend, im bored*

sammy bryant x fem!reader:

• sweethearts*

❁ ongoing ❁

jack abbot x fem!reader:

For the fourth morning in a row, the same guy keeps showing up to the shitty dive bar where you work, which is unfortunately open 24/7. And you've been stuck with the shift that starts at midnight since you moved to this city. 

You don't mind it now. Not when you have a hot old man wearing black scrubs to look at before your shift ends. 

Though, he has gotten a bit gloomier over the days. Orders the same thing. A cold beer, that he nurses for half an hour before asking for a double shot of whiskey. Like he needs to pretend to debate drinking more than he should at seven in the morning. 

But today, he starts with the whiskey. 

“Bad night, Doc?” You assumed he was a doctor but you know for certain now since he hasn't taken his badge off yet.

You're a bit too distracted by the sad look in his eyes to catch his name before he tucks his badge into the backpack he always slings in on his shoulder and drops at the bar stool beside him. 

“Jack.” He tells you his name because Jack would rather not be reminded that he's a doctor for the time being. 

“No need to talk about it, Jack.” You pour him his shots but also hand him a glass of water. “But the bar's all yours if you want to. I'm pretty good at keeping a secret too.”

You wink at him, smiling beautifully. 

Jack hasn't had a pretty girl smile at him in a long time. Probably because he's been so wrapped up in attempting to salvage his failing relationship with his longtime partner, Robby, that he hasn't noticed anyone batting their eyelashes at him the way you're doing now. 

The bar is empty. That's why Jack comes here. It's a far trek from work, so no one he knows ever goes to this area. He usually drives but the last few days, he's been calling a rideshare so he has the option to get wasted. He hasn't yet.

Today might be the day he does. 

Because he caught wind of something he shouldn't have. 

And it's killing him.

He has no one he can talk to about it. 

Except you…

“Only if you drink with me.” If Jack is going to spill his secrets, he'd rather you not be sober. At least then, he can pretend that maybe you'll forget all about his ramblings. 

“Trying to get me in trouble?” You chuckle, then grab a cold glass, filling it with beer. “How about this: you drink your usual beer then you wait until I'm off work in an hour and we can drink at my place nearby. Good idea?” 

Jack's stomach churns at that. Because he shouldn't say yes. He's in a committed relationship. He definitely shouldn't go over to your place, especially when it's blatantly obvious that you're an incredibly attractive woman who isn't hiding for a second your interest in him. 

But if Robby can "hang out" with someone much younger than him, so can Jack. 

It's only fair. 

“Alright. But I'm paying for the liquor.” 

You shake your head. “I have plenty of booze at home. You're paying for breakfast.” 

Jack doesn't like how smooth you talk. So casual. So easy going. So much like he was before insecurity racked his every waking moment. 

“Fine.” 

“It's a date.” You slide the shot glasses back towards you and then Jack watches as you down them both back to back in front of him. His eyes trail along the whiskey that drips off the sides of your lips.

He wants to lean forward and lick it up.

A thought he shouldn't be having.

Fuck. He's going to do something stupid, isn't he? 

Accepting your invitation was stupid enough as is but lusting after you would be the worst decision a taken man like him should consider. 

But when he sees the way your tongue swirls around your full lips, Jack can't help but stare. 

You've always had this effect on people. It's what makes the kind of lifestyle you live easier than it should be. Because you can always get a job bartending in any city you go to without a resume and you can always convince the owner to pay you under the table. Same goes with your landlord, who is happy to let you pay your rent in all cash without verifying if your identity is real or not.

It isn't. It never is. 

Because you would've been caught by now if you weren't as smart as you are. 

And you like killing people a little too much to get caught now. 

So, when Jack asks you for your name, you give him the same old routine you do with everyone and tell him, “just call me baby.” 

“Baby? That can't possibly be your name.” 

“It's what you'll call me.” You lean over the counter, giving him a very nice view of your breasts peeking through your low cut sweater. “I like that or babydoll. Especially when I get to call you daddy.” 

Tension forms in every muscle in his body. 

Because…fuck, he has missed being called that. 

Robby never liked it. He was dismissive of Jack's daddy kink, made him feel ashamed for having one so Jack repressed it.

Now here you are, openly feeding into it. 

“I should tell you I'm in a relationship.” Jack has to ruin this. 

But you don't let him. “Then break up.” 

“W-What?” He is so shocked by how blunt your words are that he stammers his own. “E-Excuse me?” 

You put your hand on his, drawing a line from his wrist to his knuckles with your finger, swirling the tip around each bone as you tell him in a sultry tone, “come on, daddy. You know you want to, or you wouldn't have said yes to me.” 

“W-We've been together for years.” It feels like a poor excuse once Jack says it aloud. 

You shrug, not caring at all. “So?” 

“He's…” Jack doesn't even know what he was going to say because your hand comes up to cup his face, lifting his chin to look at you. 

“He's just your boyfriend.” You brush your thumb over his lip, smiling when his jaw tightens in your grip. “You don't need a boyfriend when you could have me.” 

For fun, you step closer, wanting to see how he'll react to your lips being only an inch away from his. 

His reaction is on par with a man his age who has been out of the game for a while. “You're at work.” 

“If you kissed me, I wouldn't mind getting fired.” You playfully bite your lip, purposefully making it swell so he's more enticed than ever. “Do you want to kiss me?” 

Jack should say no. He definitely should say no. 

He's in a relationship. A shitty one, where Robby is cheating on him but he made a commitment. 

One that he'll need to break if he's going to say yes. 

“I—” Jack is rendered speechless when you nuzzle his nose with your own, giggling at how flustered he gets because he thought you were about to kiss him. 

“God, you are so fucking cute.” You want to ride him until the next morning. “Can you just break up with him already?”

Why is Jack even considering this? 

Maybe because he knows it's rational. He caught Robby cheating on him with that younger resident, Dennis Whitaker. He hasn't confronted Robby about it yet.

Jack knows his relationship is over.

So, why is he clinging onto it when there's a gorgeous girl right in front of him that's practically throwing herself at him? 

He should forget about Robby, like he has been trying to do these last few days. 

He can do that by fucking you. 

He will do exactly that.

“Fuck it.” Jack pulls out his phone and against his best judgment, he shoots Robby a text. 

With a video of Robby and Whitaker from Jack's hidden camera in Robby's apartment.

And the only text he sends with it is: It's over between us. 

Then, once it's sent, Jack grabs you by the throat and tugs you to him, kissing you. 

You were not expecting the sudden aggression. But, it's incredible. 

Like Jack is finally able to enjoy himself for once. 

You like how tight his grip is, how you're certain if it was any tighter, he'd bruise your neck. You like how he's eager to kiss you, his tongue slipping into your mouth the moment you let him. 

You slide your underwear off under your skirt, tucking it behind the counter before you end up getting it wet. You're already raring to go, just from this feverish kiss. 

You'll surely have to fuck Jack now. 

“Let me lock the door.” You say all breathless against his lips. “Unless you want people to walk in and see you with your hand wrapped around my throat.”

Jack's eyes shift to the door then back at you, trailing down the length of your body to your short skirt that leaves nothing to the imagination. 

“Do you care?” He asks, his hand releasing your neck from his hold, and you smirk in response. 

“I'd let you fuck me right here if you wanted to.” You're getting fired anyways. 

Might as well enjoy the taboo of it while you can. 

“Do you have a condom?” Jack should not fuck the first person to give him attention but especially not without protection.

You laugh at that. “Did you fuck your ex with a condom?” 

Of course Jack did and he is thankful he did because he has no clue how long Robby has been cheating on him for. He could've gotten something unknowingly. 

Maybe he doesn't feel too shitty about breaking up with Robby now…

You snap your fingers in front of Jack's face, breaking him from his thoughts. “I'm going to take that as a yes. I trust you're clean. You are a doctor, after all.” 

“Are you?” He has to ask.

“A doctor? Definitely not.” You laugh again, earning a glare from Jack. 

“Clean.” He emphasizes the word. 

You pull out your phone, showing him the test results along with proof of your IUD that you got from a doctor friend of yours who works at a clinic a few states away. You always test after every sexual encounter.

You'll likely head there again after this because from the look in Jack's eyes when they meet yours, you've got him hook, line and sinker. “Did I pass, Doc?” 

“Why do you want this?” That insecurity of his leaks out. 

“Hmmm.” You tap the rim of his untouched glass of beer before following the line around it. Once, twice, trailing slow circles around and around, for no real reason.

Jack is mesmerized by how strange your movements are. He's never met anyone like you. Someone who could entrance him with a simple motion. 

Your words draw him further into your spell. “Because I know when a man is dying to fuck a nice pussy.” 

You pull your finger off the rim then and pick up the glass, hovering it over the drain behind the bar in front of you. 

“The question is: are you going to fuck me with a beer in your system or stone cold sober?” You slowly tip the glass, baiting to see if he'll stop you from pouring out his drink. 

Jack doesn't. He lets you pour the bubbly amber liquid down the drain, setting the glass aside when you're done. 

Then, he snaps at you. “Go to that booth and spread your legs so I can see that nice pussy of yours, babydoll.” 

Your lips curve into a wicked smile, “now how did you know I'm not wearing any underwear?”

“Because a slut like you wouldn't.” He snaps again, his tone harsher now. “Go.” 

You lick your lips before skipping over to the last booth in the bar. The one furthest from the door. Also the one that is out of the line of sight of the only camera.

So, the doctor is aware of the blind spots. 

You wonder where he learned to be so diligent. 

Is he ex-military? Must be. 

For the sake of cleanliness, you throw a freshly washed tablecloth over the table before you hop onto it. Doing exactly as Jack desires, you spread your legs for him to see that you were not lying to him. 

The owner of the bar will have a fun time with that lace pair of yours when they find it later. 

But not as much fun of a time as you're about to have because Jack walks over until he's standing right in front of you, staring down at the sight before him. 

You have the nicest pussy he has ever seen in his life. He wants to know what you taste like. What you look like when you're cumming. 

If you're this gorgeous right now, he knows you'll be breathtaking when you're out of breath from cumming on his tongue. 

He nearly drops to his knees when you use your hand to part your folds for him, giving him a clear view of how wet you are as you say in that sultry tone of yours, “is my daddy going to eat my pussy or not?” 

Jack holds back because he's done giving someone else the reins. It's been a long time since he got to be the one in charge. He wasted too much of his life trying to please Robby.

Right now, he's going to focus on himself and what he wants. 

And what he wants is for you to beg him to touch you. 

“Ask nicely.” He instructs and you can't help how giddy you feel hearing his stricter tone. 

You want to be a brat but you decide Jack must've suffered enough in his last relationship. 

You should make his life easier by submitting to him. 

It's what he needs right now. 

“Will you please go down on me?” You ask so sweetly that Jack swears his teeth might rot. “Pretty please?” 

“Is that what my baby wants?” He leans forward, hands gripped on the corners of the table, fisting the cloth beneath him. “For her daddy to make her cum?” 

You nod eagerly. “Yes, please.”

Jack slides into the booth and gestures for you to adjust. “Scoot over here.” 

You listen without any hesitation and once your legs are in his reach, Jack yanks you closer to him by your knees. His face hovers so close to your pussy that you can feel every exhale he takes. 

He feels parched. He hasn't had anything to drink yet. And the sight of your slick is enticing him too much for him not to give into his need to taste you. 

You let out a breathy little sigh of pleasure when you feel his tongue drag along the length of your folds before settling at your clit, giving it a light flick. 

“Can I touch your hair?” Your hand aches to feel those soft looking curls he has. 

“Say please.” Jack is so fucking hard right now, it's unbelievable.

His cock wants to burst out of his pants when you respond so beautifully, “please, daddy.” 

He nods and you gently lace your fingers through his hair, reveling in the feel of it. You play with his curls as he leans back in, his tongue dipping into you this time. You don't hold in your voice, a moan leaving your lips immediately. 

It's like heaven to Jack to hear you react to his touch. He never liked how quiet Robby could be in bed. It made him feel inferior, like he wasn't doing a good enough job. 

Especially after seeing how vocal Robby could be in that video.

It pisses him off that—

Jack winces when you tug at his hair hard all of a sudden. “What the f—”

“If you're going to eat my pussy, can you focus on me?” You don't like that his mind is elsewhere.

Jack realizes how he's acting. He's doing what he dreaded from Robby. You deserve his undivided attention, like he deserves yours. And you're willing to give him your attention. 

So, Jack apologizes, “I'm sorry, babydoll. It won't happen again.” 

“It better not.” You pull him towards your pussy. “Now you have to make me cum, to show me you'll keep your word.”

He licks his lips then smiles, his mind locked in this moment with you now. “Don't worry. Your daddy is going to make you cum real good.”

He finally feels confident again, especially when you cry out his name the moment his lips seal around your clit and start sucking on it. He alternates between that and swirling circles around your clit until the tension in your core coils up to the point of no return. 

“Please don't stop.” You're gripping his hair tight, keeping him against you as he plays with your clit just right. “Please let me cum, please.” 

Jack does let you, pushing you right into your orgasm with every flick of his tongue on your clit. Your eyes roll back when the pleasure shoots through you, your body bathing in the heat of it. 

It was a great orgasm but Jack knows he can do better. He can make you cum harder than that. 

So, he tells you, “get on your knees.” 

You bite your lip, looking up at him with the same amount of lust he has for you. Then, you, like the good girl you are, listen, flipping over, getting on your knees for him. You give him a wonderful view of your ass and your dripping wet pussy and he groans, kneading his cock through his pants with his hand. He could fuck you right now. Nothing is stopping him. 

Besides this desperate urge to make you cum your brains out. 

“Tell me how you like it.” Jack doesn't want to do the guesswork. 

And you don't mind being honest. “I like it rough.” 

“Yeah?” He smacks your ass all of a sudden, drawing a yelp from your lips. “How rough?” 

“Harder than that.” You wouldn't mind wearing his handprint on your ass for the next few days. 

“Rub your clit for me and don't you dare cum.” Jack demands as he slides out of the booth. 

You do as you're told, playing with your clit as you watch Jack walk behind the bar counter to wash his hands in the sink. You find that oddly endearing. He doesn't want to touch you with dirty hands. You appreciate that. 

He might prove to be more fun than you originally thought. 

Jack sits back down behind you then slaps your ass again, this time even harder as he scolds you, “you're barely rubbing your clit. Do better.” 

“I'm sorry.” You touch yourself the way you usually do, a bit more heavy handed. “But if I keep doing this, I'm going to cum…”

“You cum when I tell you to.” His hand strikes you again. You definitely have an imprint of his hand now… 

Your whole body is shaking from the throbbing sensation of your now sensitive flesh and the ache between your legs, which Jack quickly resolves when he thrusts a finger inside of you. 

His finger is so thick that you're hardly prepared for him to add another one so quickly, prying your pussy open when he pushes them deeper inside of you. 

“You're clenching so tightly around your daddy's fingers.” Jack curls them, trying to gauge where he should touch you. He knows he found the right place when your legs start to buckle. “Is this your weak spot, babydoll?”

He presses his fingertips exactly where you need him to so you beg him, “right there, please touch me right there.”

“Cum as much as you'd like.” He wants to see you wrecked. 

You cum so hard when he pounds his fingers right where you need him too. You cum again when he smacks your ass while his fingers are still inside of you. 

“More, please.” You haven't felt this good during sex in a while. It seems like you and Jack are quite compatible. 

And he is happy to give you what you want as long as you give him what he wants. “Do you want daddy's cock buried in this tight pussy?” 

“Yes.” You repeat the word over and over as he continues fucking you mercilessly with his fingers. “Please, I want your cock. I want to cum on your cock.”

“You're going to cum on my fingers first. I want to see you squirt.” He will make you. He's well aware of where he needs to touch you to make it happen.

And he likes your nervous response, “I've never…”

It's his turn to get you all flustered. 

“Then you will now.” Jack grips your ass with his free hand for leverage as his fingers start moving quickly side to side, stirring up every inch of your pussy with the pads of his fingers. 

You can't seem to stop the orgasm that hits you hard enough for you to see stars in your vision. It crashes through you uncontrollably and you squirt when his fingers pop out of you. He likes the sound of you panting from the intensity of cumming that much.

Jack likes knowing that no one else has made you cum like that before. 

You're in a bit of a daze, your head swimming from the rush of pleasure, which is why you don't register him grabbing your hips and pulling you down onto his lap. It isn't until you feel the tip of his cock pushing against your entrance that you wake up from the bliss, startled. 

“You can take it.” He eases you down onto his cock. “Lean on me, babydoll.” 

You lean your back against his chest as you sink down onto him. You didn't even get a good look at his cock but you can feel how big he is, stirring you up inside like his fingers had. 

You breathe out a sigh of relief when he hilts, impressed you managed to take him all the way. You haven't felt this full…ever. He must be the biggest cock you've ever had.

“You took me so well.” He praises you, his hand resting on your lower belly, his fingertips pressing down on where he's resting inside of you. “Do you feel how deep I am?”

You nod, gripping the edge of the table, needing some kind of leverage so you don't collapse from how good he feels buried inside of you. Your eyes stare at the wet spot in the tablecloth, where you came. 

Heat rises to your cheeks at the sight. 

Did you really cum that hard? 

You feel Jack's lips kiss a line from your shoulder to your ear, distracting you from the thoughts swirling your mind. Then, he whispers, so low into your ear, “now imagine how good it'll feel to squirt on your daddy's cock.” 

You might not survive that. 

You may have initiated this but usually it's more fun to just mess around with someone before killing their ex. You normally don't cum this much, sometimes not even at all. It's mostly supposed to be a memory to touch yourself to afterwards.

But right now, it's looking like Jack is going to be a memory you'll likely never forget. 

So you might as well make it unforgettable. “Can I turn around?” 

“Why?” He wonders aloud. 

“I want to kiss you.” You're honest. 

Now Jack is wondering why his heart skips a beat at how cute of an ask that is. He lifts you off of him and helps you straddle his lap while facing him. He guides his cock back inside of you as you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your chest flush against his, letting him enjoy the sight of your breasts in that low cut sweater of yours.

He wants to rip it off of you. He wants to see you naked.

You can tell what he wants, which is why you lean in and whisper against his lips, “you can have me naked in my bed after this.” 

“You want to fuck more than once?” Jack wasn't sure if that was still on the table. 

“If you can make me cum like that again, I don't see why not.” You nip at his bottom lip before giving him a kiss. “I like you, Jack.”

Jack reaches up with both hands to cup your face, liking how you relax into his touch. He likes you too. Much, much more than he should. 

He barely knows you and yet he wants to see you again and again. 

Because you make him feel at ease.

You kiss him so naturally, like your lips were made to be kissed by his. The two of you sit there kissing in that booth, your hips rolling against his, grinding his cock deep inside of you. You ride him just like you wanted to, your lips never wanting to part from his. 

You definitely will need to do this again. You're enjoying yourself too much not to fuck him again.

Somewhere along the way, Jack tosses you back down onto the table so he has more space to pound his cock inside of you. He's getting closer to his orgasm, so he needs you to get close to yours. His thumb swipes your clit back and forth as he fucks you, making you rasp out his name beautifully. 

“I'm going to cum, Jack.” You can't hold back any longer. “Please cum with me.” 

“I want to see you cum on my cock first.” He wants to see you make a mess. 

Jack starts fucking you rougher, driving his cock deeper inside of you and you nearly tip over the edge from it. But it isn't until he wraps his hands around your throat and pressing his thumbs down on the center of it that you burst at the seams, cumming so hard when you can't breathe. 

You claw at his muscular arms as he continues to choke you through every rough thrust. Jack has always liked it rough, always enjoyed the light look of fear mixed with pleasure. He finds yours to be the most beautiful he's ever seen. 

Especially when you're unable to stop cumming beneath him, your eyes so glazed over from the pleasure that he could probably snap your neck and you wouldn't even realize it. You'd be too lost in your head to notice. 

So he has to bring you back, loosening his grip on your throat just enough for you to be able to respond to him when he asks you, “do you like getting your pussy fucked like this, babydoll?” 

You nod, smiling softly up at him. “Yes, daddy. I love it.” 

“Tell me to go harder.” He's going to cum when you do.

“Fuck me harder.” You want it too. 

“Good girl.” He leans down, kissing you again as he thrusts wildly inside of you like an animal in heat, no longer holding back his need. 

You cum when you feel him pumping every ounce of his release deep inside of you, warmth filling your lower belly. You haven't let anyone cum inside of you this much in a long while.

You're in absolute bliss, which is why you don't hear the door to the bar open.

But Jack does, so he pulls a gun out of the back of his waistband and points it at the person at the door. “Get the fuck out or I'll shoot you.” 

The door slams shut immediately after that and you laugh so hard, breaking from your daze a bit. “What the fuck, you had a gun on you? While we were fucking?” 

“I grabbed it before I went to wash my hands.” He figured he should be safe than sorry. 

The bar isn't in the best neighborhood…

“Just don't shoot me in bed, okay?” You pat his chest, trying to nudge him off of you. But he won't budge. “Jack?”

“You aren't afraid of guns?” He noticed you didn't flinch when he pulled it out.

You're noticing that he's paying a little too much attention to you while his cock is still resting inside of you. Meaning you can't hide the way his question makes your body tense up.

“I grew up shooting them.” You lie because you are not going to explain to him that you took many lessons to learn how to shoot so you could kill people easily. 

“Are you a good shot?” 

“Are you going to keep your soft cock inside of me or can we have this conversation over breakfast?” You tap at his chest again and thankfully he moves this time. 

Jack puts his gun away in his backpack and then comes back to you with some wet wipes he carries in his bag. You take them into the bar's bathroom to freshen up a bit and then go to grab your things, since your shift is over. You leave behind a note saying you quit and that you don't need your last paycheck.

You aren't planning to stay in this city much longer, anyway. 

Something that proves difficult because you end up sleeping with Jack every day since then. 

Even on the day you kill his ex-boyfriend, Robby. 

You had to make sure to do it on a night where Jack was on shift, so that he had an alibi. You saw him the next morning because he has made it a habit to come over to your apartment after work now. 

A habit that will end rather abruptly soon. 

Because Jack keeps asking you too many questions you can't answer.

Like why you don't have much furniture. Or why you won't tell him your name. Or why you aren't looking for anything serious. 

For the first time, you actually feel bad for what you've done. This was supposed to be a one night stand. A little fun, to help him move on. 

That's all it was supposed to be.

But then you found the hidden camera Jack installed…

It's fresh, not even a day old. You know that for a fact because you religiously scan your surroundings for any kind of tampering. In case the cops are onto you and you need to bolt.

You realize then that Jack is not normal. 

You should've known that from the jump but you ignored the signs since you figured you wouldn't ever see him again. 

So, when you leave without a trace, Jack goes crazy. 

It's bad enough that no one has heard from Robby in days. Jack went over to check Robby's apartment but he wasn't there. He asked Whitaker if he had heard from Robby but he hadn't either. 

Two people in Jack's life have disappeared all of a sudden.

But Jack only seems to care about you.

Because a few days after you cleared out your apartment and left the city, Jack gets a visit from the police that solves what happened to Robby. They ask him where he was the night that you killed Robby and he tells them that he was at work. Then, they tell him that they found Robby's dead body at the bottom of the river. 

A clean bullet through the head. Execution style. Like a professional hit. 

Since the officers are friends of Jack's, they reveal a little extra detail that they probably shouldn't. That a similar kind of killing happened a year ago just a few cities over. 

Same exact gun. Same exact kill shot. 

Right between the eyes. 

Whoever it was made their victims look at them in the eyes as they killed them. 

“What else do you know?” Jack doesn't know if he's asking out of grief or curiosity. 

“Apparently, when they interviewed the dead person's ex, they had been convinced by some woman to break up with them a few days prior to the person dying.” The officer shrugs at Jack. 

“Did they get a name?”

“Just said to call her “baby”. Isn't that strange?” 

Jack maintains a perfect poker face because if he didn't, the officers would know that Robby's murder would for sure be connected to that other murder. But he doesn't say a word about it.

He doesn't know why he protects you.

He just does.

You have no clue how close you were to being caught, or at least put on the radar more than you should be. But you always lay low after a kill.

You have a long cooling off period, an erratic one because you only kill if the universe has you stumble on a miserable person in a shitty relationship. Another saving grace as to why you haven't been caught just yet. 

You stay indoors mostly, at the house you own under your real name. You never kill anywhere near where you live. Your neighbors just assume you're off on business all the time. 

The only regularity you have is visiting the clinic to see your friend to get tested. You're certain Jack is clean but you had to make sure. You did have a lot of sex with him before you left him. 

“By the way, how's the IUD?” 

You groan then say, “actually, can you take it out? I don't plan to have sex for a while and I'm sick of the heavy bleeding.”

You got the copper IUD recently and it has been making your periods unbearable. You wouldn't mind a break from it. 

So, you get it removed and then spend the rest of the week curled up in bed from the pain. 

It's moments like this where you wish you weren't alone. 

The life you live can get a little lonely at times but you doubt you'd find anyone who would be okay with what you like to do in your free time. 

Though, maybe you should just ask the man that's been hovering over you while you sleep for the past few nights.

Jack is very open to keeping you company.

It took him forever to find you so he definitely isn't going to let you get away from him again. 

He had to use every bit of his brainpower to remember the clinic name on your test results sheet. From there, he installed a camera across the street from it so he could catch you when you inevitably visited. 

After you did, it didn't take much for him to be able to smooth talk his way into the office by pretending to be a delivery person so he could snoop through the appointment log and find your real name. 

Along with your medical file.

And he sees that you currently aren't on any birth control. 

Giving him the perfect way to keep you tied to him forever.

You notice the slight tilt in your wall outlet. It's obviously been tampered with. But you can't figure out by who or why… 

Because no one should know where you live. The cops definitely shouldn't.

So who…would? 

You try not to show that you know there's a hidden camera there. You just go about your day like you normally would. The camera hasn't been there long. Maybe a few hours. 

Whoever put it there did it while you were asleep.

You don't know how they managed to get past your cameras. 

It would require them to have extensive knowledge of surveillance—oh fuck.

You know exactly who it is. 

Because you only know one person who is a veteran with a background in military surveillance.

Though, you can't help but wonder why Jack would go out of his way to find you.

Sure, the sex was great but you literally killed his boyfriend. There's no way he doesn't know by now. He's a smart guy. He has friends in the police since he works with SWAT. He would've figured out it was you who killed Robby.

Could he be here for some kind of revenge plot? But if that was the case, he could've killed you in your sleep. 

You doubt Jack is the torturing type. Then again...you do remember the little sadistic streak he had going on. You can still feel how much your ass stung from all of his spanking. 

But again, why would he go through the effort of going halfway across the country for you? 

What's his endgame?

Is it…you? 

You shake away that thought. Again, you doubt you could ever be in a relationship with anyone. 

He's here for some reason. He's watching you for some reason. 

You won't delude yourself into thinking it's more than some kind of morbid curiosity of his. He hasn't ratted you out to the police yet so there is something he wants. 

So, you decide to check to see if it's you he wants. Just to be sure. 

You install a hidden camera on a vase of yours and add some flowers to it to bring into your room, placing it perfectly in the corner on a cute little side table.

Then, for fun that night, you touch yourself.

You do it purposefully where Jack can get a nice view of your pussy through his hidden camera and you make sure to cum while moaning his name. 

Then, you fall asleep wearing only your favorite nightgown, leaving yourself still dripping wet between your legs. 

And sure enough, when you wake up the next morning and head out for the day so you can check your camera footage, Jack was there in your room last night. 

With a syringe. 

You stare at the video, baffled at the sight of Jack injecting you with a sedative. Then, you watch as he goes down on you for hours before he finally fucks you. 

You decide then to put in earbuds so you can listen to the audio. 

And it's full of crazed thoughts of his that surely you should not know. 

He rants about how you made him crazy for you. He talks about the things he wants to do to you, the things he will do to you. 

Like fuck a baby into you in your sleep…

He tells you that it's all your fault he's like this because you seduced him. 

So you have to take responsibility for your actions. You have to let him have you. It's only fair.

You've never encountered anyone with this kind of obsession before. 

It should scare you. 

You should be worried for your life, especially when you hear Jack say that if you don't learn to love him back, he'll kill you like you killed Robby. 

But you've always liked to play with fire. 

Which is why that night, you do the same thing you did the previous night. 

You touch yourself to the memories of Jack.

Then, for the fun of it, you say to yourself as you cum, “I wish my daddy was here to fuck me.” 

And you scream when Jack comes out of your closet with a gun in his hand. 

“Be quiet, babydoll.” He shuts you up right away when he flips off the safety. “Or I'll shoot you.” 

You weren't expecting him to be in your walk-in closet. 

How did he get in there without tipping off your camera? 

Unless…he knew about it this whole time…

Fuck. Of course Jack did. 

He wanted to see what you'd do if he spilled every sick thought out of his head. He expected you to run far away, to be afraid of him. 

But you're just as sick as he is, touching yourself to bait him.

Now, he needs to know how far you'll let him go. 

“Don't stop because of me.” Jack climbs into bed, hovering over you, his gun pointed right between your eyes. “Keep touching yourself. Let your daddy watch you cum.” 

“You only want to watch?” You slide your hand up the length of your body. His eyes follow the ripples you make of the silk you're wearing, the motion so intoxicating. “You could have more than just a look, Jack.” 

“Take it off.” He wants to see you bare beneath him. 

You obey without hesitation, slipping your nightgown off. Jack scans every inch of you, imagining how you would look with his bite marks all over you. Or with the indent of his pistol pressed into your skin. 

He drags the gun down in a straight line, from your forehead to the middle of your breasts, the cold metal causing goosebumps to form on your skin. He pushes the tip of the barrel against the very center of your body, leaving a nice little ring there. 

“I own you now.” He says as he slides the gun back up, resting it against your lips. “Your life is in my hands, babydoll.” 

But he knows his words are just words. 

Because the truth is, you own him. 

With that daring smile of yours and that seductive gaze you give him before you part your lips and pull the barrel of his gun into your mouth, tasting the harsh metal on your tongue. 

The moment you start sucking the tip of his gun, Jack kicks off his pants. He needs to be inside of you right now. 

You moan against the metal when you feel him drag his cock along the length of your slit before pushing so easily inside of you. He groans when he hilts, letting out an almost frustrated huff at how good you feel wrapped around him. 

“Did you miss your daddy's cock?” He smiles when you nod. “God, I missed you. Don't ever leave me again, baby.” 

He pulls his gun from your mouth so you can tell him, “you can kill me if I ever run from you again.” 

Jack smacks your cheek lightly with his gun as a reprimand. “Don't say something like that.” 

“Why?” You pout at him, wrapping your legs around his hips to pull him in deeper. 

“Because I might actually do it if you ever try.” Jack's threat is real and he likes how you clench around his cock in response. 

“I'd let you.” You owe him for keeping your secret. “I'm all yours, Jack.” 

“You better be.” He's sick and tired of not having someone who is his entirely. 

You place your hand on the ring he made on your chest, tracing the dip in your skin as you make your promise, “you own me until this fades away.” 

Jack smacks your hand away with his gun so he can press it back against the center of your chest, digging the mark further into your pretty skin. “Then I might as well shoot you so you can wear that scar for life.” 

“You could just buy me a ring.” You flash your left hand at him. 

You bite back a giggle when his cock throbs inside of you. “You'd marry me?”

“You'd marry me?” You ask back, earning another one of his annoyed glares. 

“Stop doing that and answer my question.” 

“I'd like a better proposal than you holding a gun to my chest but yes, I'd marry you.” You let out the chuckle you've been holding in and Jack basks in how wonderful it sounds. 

He tosses his gun aside so he can grip the sheets by your head, staring down rather fiercely at you, lust raging in his hazel eyes, “I'm going to fuck you until the sun's out.” 

You pull him in closer so you can press a soft kiss against his cheek before whispering, “just until the sun's out?” 

He scoffs at that. “You don't want to leave this bed, do you?” 

“Not while my daddy's home.” You smile brightly. 

Jack likes the thought of that. Of moving away from Pittsburgh. Of making this place his home. Of making you his home. 

“Is your friend's clinic hiring?” He asks and you laugh so loud at him. 

“Can we just fuck already and then browse job listings after?” You're aching to get railed.

“Someone's being needy.” He rolls his hips against you as a tease. “You don't like keeping your daddy's cock warm while we talk?” 

“I'd rather be cumming on it.” You grind your hips up to meet his, desperate for some more friction. “Please fuck me.” 

“I might fuck a baby into you if I do.” He's not wearing a condom and you aren't protected anymore. 

“You didn't seem to give a shit about that last night.” Your lips curve into a devilish smile that matches the one on his face.

“Touché.” He pulls his cock out of you almost all of the way before ramming it back inside, causing your whole body to shake from the feeling. “I'm going to make sure you get pregnant now.” 

Jack then makes it his goal for the night to edge you until you're whining and pleading for him to let you cum. 

But he keeps waving off your desperation, saying, “you'll have a higher chance of getting pregnant if you cum hard when I do.” 

“You're torturing me.” Your body is hot to the touch and you need to cum. 

“Payback for you leaving me.” He considers you both even now. 

“I promise I won't ever do that again so please let me cum.” You can't wait any longer. 

“Fine.” He slips out of you completely, drawing another whine from your lips. “Flip over, baby. I'll breed you like you want me to.” 

You quickly get on your knees and you feel his hand push down on your upper back, having you press your chest against the mattress, burying your face into your pillow. You dig your nails into your sheets the moment you feel the tip of his cock at your entrance. 

You cum so hard when he slams the entire length of his cock inside of you from behind, your legs quivering from the intensity of it. Your body won't stop shaking because Jack smacks your ass as he fucks you deeper into your mattress, causing tension to coil and burst inside of you. 

“Oh fuck—” You muffle your screams into your pillow when you feel his fingers pushing into your pussy along with his cock, filling you up more than you can handle. 

“You can take it.” He says with another harsh smack of your ass, which lets him slip his fingers in deeper, curling them as the tip of his cock pushes against your womb. “You're going to cum so much for me, aren't you?” 

You nod into your pillow because it would be impossible not to cum from the way he's abusing your pussy like this. You yelp when he slaps your ass even harder.

“I expect a response.” He slows his thrusts until his cock and fingers are just resting inside of you. “Are you going to cum for me?”

“Yes, daddy.” You practically pant out, your mind growing fuzzier by the second. 

“Good girl.” He rewards you by fucking you with both his cock and his fingers until you're squirting all over him. “Just like that. Keep cumming, baby.”  

“I can't—” You're going to pass out if you keep cumming this hard. “Please, I can't—”

“You can and you will.” He gets rougher now, sending you spiraling, gasping, reeling from every harsh movement. 

Jack is pounding into you with so much force that your mattress is shifting beneath you with each thrust. You're seeing stars, your vision going dark, your body bathing in constant waves of pure pleasure that can't seem to end. 

Then, you feel Jack's hand against the back of your head, shoving you down into your pillow, cutting off your air. You flail beneath him, trying to stop him, trying to breathe but you can't. 

You can only cum. That's all he'll let you do. You're only allowed to take the pleasure he gives you and that's it. 

You'll get to breathe when he says so. 

“I love my slutty babydoll.” He rams his cock as deep as he can as he pumps hot ropes of cum inside of you. “Taking my cum so well inside her tight pussy. Did that feel good?” 

He tugs you up from your pillow by your hair, letting you finally gulp in air before you reply with such delight in your tone, “yes.” 

“Want to do it again?” Jack is still hard. He could fuck you until he's soft. 

“Please.” You say all breathless and beautiful. “Never stop.” 

Jack doesn't give you a break all night, which is fairly reminiscent of all the times you two had sex before. He has too much stamina for a man his age and you have too much determination to let him think he's wrung you out. Even though he definitely has because your pussy is dripping copious amounts of his cum by the time the sun is out. 

But when you wake up from your nap, you're completely clean, dressed in a nice pair of cozy sweats. 

And there's a morning after pill next to you with a glass of water and some painkillers.

No Jack, though. 

“Jack?” You ignore the pills, getting up despite the weakness in your legs. 

There's no way he left, right?

You slowly make your way through your house and then notice that the door leading to your basement is open. 

Fuck!

Adrenaline spikes through you enough for you to move quickly down the wooden stairs to your cellar, seeing the door to your hidden basement also wide open.

Fuck, fuck, fuck—

You sprint in and see…Jack, standing in the middle of your trophy room, where you keep all the personal effects of the people you've killed. They line the walls, spanning at least a decade of murders you've done.

“You did all this?” Jack turns back to look at you, furrowing his brows at how out of breath and panicked you look. “Everything alright, baby?”

“I…” You don't know what to say. 

Because surely whatever you and him have is over, right? 

He's going to turn you in, right? 

Why wouldn't he after seeing how many people you've killed over the years…

Maybe because he's crazy about you. To the point where this doesn't bother him in the slightest.

But he can tell you're worried so he steps up to you, pulling you into his arms for a hug.

“We're okay.” He pats your head gently. “I don't love you any less.” 

“Really?” You ask, both about this and about the fact that he just said he loves you. 

“If anything, I'm impressed.” He had read through your logbook, where you wrote down the reasoning behind each kill. They were all terrible partners who hurt the people they were supposed to love most. 

“Don't say that…” You shouldn't be praised for your compulsion. 

“I'm just stating the obvious.” Anyone would be impressed that you managed to get away with this many murders. 

As fucked up as that is… 

“Jack…” You're unsure if you believe that he actually accepts the fact that you're a serial killer. 

But he reassures you. “I won't tell a soul. I'm not going to let them arrest my fiancé.” 

You are left absolutely speechless at that which makes him chuckle. 

“God, you are so fucking cute.” He cups your face with his hands, pinching your cheek. “Lighten up. I'm not leaving you and you're not leaving me because if you try, I'll kill you before the FBI gets the chance.” 

You look up into his eyes then say, “promise?” 

“I promise.” He leans down then to seal that promise with a kiss. 

Because now you're stuck with him and all his craziness.

And you wouldn't want him any other way...

a/n: freak4freak nation is back, baby! I had a lot of fun with this one (though I always have fun so this one was just super duper fun!) because I just wanted jack to be so touch starved and nuts that ofc he would be okay if you were a serial killer! that man is a lover boy fr ~